Several relatives wanted to do something in remembrance of our little Marin. Thank you all. It means a lot to us.
We had a kwanzan cherry tree planted in the yard. It is "Marin's Tree" and will have brilliant pink blossoms. Every spring, we'll point out the flowers to Hayes and Fisher and tell them that their sister is thinking of them and making the tree bloom just for them. And for us, of course.
We also picked out and planted a pink knock-out rose in one of the front beds. Its tiny, perfect buds are so delicate---just like our Marin.
I keep trying to decide what things, what days, what actions, what words are going to be the ones that remind me of Marin. The butterfly floating by... Her birthdate... The day she left us... The pink flowers blooming in spring... Blowing an eyelash and making a wish... The exact time of day she was extubated... The quilt my aunt made for her...
We had a kwanzan cherry tree planted in the yard. It is "Marin's Tree" and will have brilliant pink blossoms. Every spring, we'll point out the flowers to Hayes and Fisher and tell them that their sister is thinking of them and making the tree bloom just for them. And for us, of course.
We also picked out and planted a pink knock-out rose in one of the front beds. Its tiny, perfect buds are so delicate---just like our Marin.
I keep trying to decide what things, what days, what actions, what words are going to be the ones that remind me of Marin. The butterfly floating by... Her birthdate... The day she left us... The pink flowers blooming in spring... Blowing an eyelash and making a wish... The exact time of day she was extubated... The quilt my aunt made for her...
I think the truth is that everything will remind me of her. That she was so beautiful. How tiny and warm and solid and alive she was. That she is not with us.
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